Papa Roach – Crooked Teeth Lyrics

Locked up in my hurricane head
Bloody knuckles paint the whole place red
Straightjacket, straight tie me to the bed
All alone in a room full of misfits
Cold blooded, cold hearted on a hit list
Paranoid, struggling, I gotta kick this

Caved in, hyperventilating
Cutting way too close to my skin
I feel the devil trying to creep back in
I feel the devil trying to creep back in
I’m possessed by the every day stress
Flash back and I’m trying to forget
Bloody hell, bloody knife, bloody mess